What’s more dangerous than a man with a gun? A ghost with a smile.
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I was inches from hope when I felt it, cold steel pressing into the back of my skull.
“Don’t move.”
The man’s voice was rough, graveled with age, and low enough to...
What’s more dangerous than a man with a gun? A ghost with a smile.
——
I was inches from hope when I felt it, cold steel pressing into the back of my skull.
“Don’t move.”
The man’s voice was rough, graveled with age, and low enough to...